More rain than snow
More wind than woe
Begone! O-excrusiating paradise.

This wonderland's not for me
I'm too small to be seen
Instead I'll reminisce in my cavern of ice.

I like toast I like
Toast I like toast I like toast
I like toast I like

Happiness
Something I'm struggling for, eternally,
I still won't be conceived.
With words, golden;
You paint pictures.
Who needs it?
Life
Goals
Culture
Dreams
Searching,
Where art thou
Happiness.

Poison. I don't want it.

It's 3AM.
I sit in my room with nothing but the glow of a single
halogen
lamp.
All around me is darkness.
I stare,
coldly,
into the abyss of the space around me,
heated only by
the lamp.

For a second, I wonder.
I wonder about
the lamp.
How it fends off the darkness.
How it radiates a glow into an empty room.
How it doesn't do, or think;
how it just 'is'.

I wonder what it all means,
and I wonder why it matters.

Then, I just sit.

Passion breeds deeply in both of us,
Lies expelling in every single momentary ******.
Making the mist thinner and thinner
Leading us closer to the ******* truth.

Bodies on bodies, skin touching skin
Caressing slowly what is left of old certainties.
Seconds become minutes and minutes become hours
Time stretches, akin to a rubber band.

Our pours unleashing sweat upon our slightly bruised figures,
Although the grease of former fabrications has gone;
We reached out and found each other,
But we held together not in our hearts,

But hands.

Every year I buy a plant
And dig it in the soil,
Then I cherish it, love it, all
Until it has withered and gone.

A plant that stands and grows real tall
Is the type I like,
But when winter comes again
It couldn't care for life.

I am left alone like a sabbat in the sun.